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brood has bred
03:38
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When I see a roach in the room,
It’s hard for me to erase it from my periphery.
Phantom itches creeping around,
And I think I’m hearing a sound.
Conversation might go on,
But the brood has bred.
Maybe I’ll just give it another day,
Maybe it’ll go away.
But skepticism is your default,
When the brood has bred.
Try to loosen up after working all day,
Wonder if you’re going gray.
Laugh it off and get into bed...
Waking up to sirens of your inner city,
The highway breathes harder when it rains.
Laugh it off and just try again,
When the brood breeds.
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2. |
waste bins
02:33
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I wanted to find answers
I wanted to cure pain
I used to not care much about
Driving through the rain
And though one’s life seems to stay
Pretty much the same
I find myself pondering
The importance of my name
Where is this resentment coming from, I ask myself
It reminds me of self-loathing
I’ll have to drag the waste bins from the shadow of the alley
And I’ll have to wash my clothing
Oh, it could be the best life to live
But you’re thinking too much
(But you’re drinking too much)
You’re yearning for joy
You’re yearning for more
You’re trying too hard
(You’re pushing yourself)
You’re waiting for it
You’re rushing for it
You’re driving too fast
(You’re moving too slow)
You’re praying
You’re braying
I’d like to get some answers
I’d like to cure some pain
‘Cause waking up to helplessness
is driving me insane
Can I go on and finish what
I was gonna say
Would it make you go away
Or would it make you stay
I sometimes imagine a surgeon cutting open my head
To let out the bad
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3. |
glued
02:59
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When I showed you
The way
My mind worked
You turned to stone
You wouldn’t even answer your phone
You wanted to be alone
As I pushed for our comfort zone
Like a cancer, it spreads
The meds are self-diagnosed
And the host of the party
Is trying to sleep
He weeps
Listening to “Swept Away” and “Steep”
He tries to take in the beauty
But he feels like he fails
He feels like a creep
There are plans to meet in midtown for dinner
It’s gonna be an alienating night
I’m almost certain
I sometimes wonder
If it was wrong
To glue us back
Together
But i don’t mind this change in the
Whether or not it’s selfish
I don’t know
Maybe not or maybe so
Maybe not or maybe so
Like a cancer it spreads
He rests his head on the bed
It feels like haunted / poisonous lead
The meds are self-diagnosed
And the host of the party is trying to sleep
And he’s weeping again
And in need of a friend
Who will make him feel less alone-
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
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4. |
bizarre compassion
03:36
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I can feel the signal inside my head
The present is incessant, dream of the past instead
It seems louder in my left ear
When I go to bed
If i don’t sink
If i don’t drink
If i don’t think about it
It won’t be so bad
I need bizarre compassion
To get me out of this mess
I need bizarre compassion
To make it go away
Waiting on the platform once again
Metal scratching metal pushed to volume ten
When the train cars open
They will push their bodies in
Don’t ignore me
Don’t interrupt me
Give me some space to breathe
In this metal box
I need bizarre compassion
To get me out of this mess
i need bizarre compassion
To make me feel okay
I need bizarre compassion
To get me out of this mess
i need bizarre compassion
To make me feel okay
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5. |
microwave pizza
04:31
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We hope that time will dissolve your depression
like acid on your tongue
Is it wishful thinking,
or rational?
It’s scary when it doesn’t feel
Rational.
But I think it’s rational.
Time is freaking me out
‘cause it keeps showing me
my dad in the mirror
It keeps showing me,
the way my parents are gonna die.
It keeps reminding me
of the dissolved friendships
It keeps reminding me
That I look way better than I feel
I look better than I feel
I close the blinds,
So I can sleep some more
I just want to watch movies all day
That remind there’s many ways to die
It’s strange how a ghastly death
Can be so assuring
I love to watch those characters bleed
It’s honestly frightening
How much I think about the
Bleach bottle underneath my sink
And what sort of fight my body would put up
If i were to take a drink
I think about
How happy i could be
How happy
We could all be
If it wasn’t for me
If it wasn’t for me
If it wasn’t for me
If it wasn’t for me
If it wasn’t for me
If it wasn’t for me
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